Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Brakes.

A little excerpt from the stoy that i just wrote.

The moment he left, she fell to the groud. She knew his foot steps would be the last noise his body would make for her. She had always been on the side lines. As her eyes opened and closed, rain drops creeped in from the sky above, as if they were waiting for her to cry. She knew he would never return. He will forget that she was ever alive. 

xoxo

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